Bullied life

This is for the ones who have been hurt by others that really do NOT deserve it!

Walking past them...

I hear them whispering my name again..

It never stops.

I am ALWAYS the center of their conversations...

I feel the tears coming and try to hide them..

I run but don't get far,

There are groups of them everywhere,

What did I do?

Nothing.

But that is just it.

I am not like them so they must pick on me..

No matter the end result.

No matter if they know what my life is like without their tourture or not.

I just ask, "Why can't I go die"

That is my only ecaspe..

Then I think..

They only want me to break

Well they won...

Author's Note

The tears aren't what make you weak, it's letting the people know they get to you that is.